(So sorry to make you all wait! Also, Hannah, it's seriously okay! I love it, I needed somewhere to start off. I would have written the same. Don't worry about it!)
Sixer and Kitten
(Starting off from Bulls Eye's POV)
I ran over to Cal, as she was running around trying to find who was hurt the most. I stood there in shock for a moment, trying to figure out how to help. She shouted at me to start bandaging the wounded, and I did. I grabbed her aid kit for scissors, and went to a younger girl. Her leg was hurt, bleeding. She had flaming red hair, in a shorter cut. She looked to be about thirteen, with freckles all over her face. I tried to calm her, seeing that her heartbeat was racing.
"You're so brave, you know that?" I softly spoke, as she opened her eyes to stare at me with bright, bright blue eyes. Her tear stained cheeks were stained with dirt and scratches, to which I cleaned up. My heart began to hurt for these wounded teenagers, some still young.
"You're just as noble as I. What would our tribe be without the healers?" She coughed, and gave me a weak smile. I didn't respond, not with words, but a look of thanks. I gave her some medicine and a leaf to press on her forehead if she hurt. Calypso was somehow faster than I, or maybe the people she tended were less hurt than they look.
"HOLD YOUR FIRE!" I looked up, startled, to the older boy standing on the wall. My gaze slipped to Bulls Eye, watching her brother with a pained expression. I couldn't see over the wall, but I could sense the tension. I assume many others were stationed on the other side, though I couldn't tell who.
"Go ahead. Tomorrow's my 18th Birthday." Joseph called, his voice lowering. Bulls Eye covered her face, trying to block out what might happen. I looked back to Calypso, as she was fixed on me. She walked over slowly and whispered to me.
"Can we convince him otherwise? Look at Bulls Eye, I think she might be more mentally hurt than any of the wounded." I turned my gaze back to Joseph, as the tension was held higher. I gave a small nod, and made my way over to Bulls Eye.
"Any chance that we may be able to convince him to come down? Cal-Kitten and I have been working on a project..and.. I think it might work. Any hope and there's a chance it can keep the older people from dying. It's never been tested before, but-" I was interrupted as she held her hands on my shoulders. She said nothing, and neither did I. I could sense some worry, but some hope in her gaze.
(You can POV next, Hannah. Others can come in, or be the injured ones. I'm not sure what you want me to do next, it's your response to my offer.)